sometimes when i'm bored i close my eyes tight and just wait for the shapes to appear from the darkness. usually they start out green or grey, but if i rub my eyes i can get yellows and purples. sometimes i even see crowds of cartoon heads, othertimes it looks like maybe a fractal (the julia set, or so i like to think, mainly because i like that name). sometimes i can't even figure out what i'm "seeing." i feel like something's there, but it never reveals itself. i can never really make out any of the images anyway; they're shadows made from fog, existing only as long as you don't try and figure out what exactly they are.
sometimes when i'm bored i close my eyes tight and just wait for the thoughts to appear from the darkness. that sounds morbid and sometimes it is.
`Very true,' said the Duchess: `flamingoes and mustard both bite. And the moral of that is--"Birds of a feather flock together."'
`Only mustard isn't a bird,' Alice remarked.
`Right, as usual,' said the Duchess: `what a clear way you have of putting things!'
`It's a mineral, I think,' said Alice.
don't ask where that came from. i mean, Alice in Wonderland, to be sure, but why I chose to interject it just there, well you ask the impossible. i should sooner berth a whale.
it's a bad week for cars. i should have heeded the warning. on saturday night i dreamt i was in a car crash. and there have been automobile issues on both sunday and monday. if the world is thematic and revolves around me (it is and it does), i should think there should be a series of incidents all week leading up to saturday night, which is when i'll be totaling my motor vehicle. however, the spot may not be mine to claim, so we'll just say that whoever trashes his or her car this coming sabbath is the very center of the universe.
todo
today: ballgame. angels royals. santana meche. me duv peter jarrod.
tomorrow: no plans. it's a wednesday. not a good day for plans.
someday: sit down in my pretty how town and figure out what anyone and everyone and noone mean to me
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